[All that can be heard for a solid minute is the shifting of stone, metal, and other detritus in very tight quarters. At first, it seems like settling, like a load from a dump truck that had just been dropped off. Then, there's more force behind the shifting, and scraping sounds along with it. The metal shrieks as it twists from the force exerted ( Read more... )

...I found a rhino.

It needs a home. The flower shop's not big enough.

I... didn't do this earlier. Should've. Would've. Could've. But I forgot.

So I'll say it now.

Thank you. Everyone. Thank you for helping with the flower shop.

I wouldn't be able to do it alone. Make it work, make it live... I know nothing about business.

So I'll just keep the plants alive, and... you all can do what I can't.

Thank you.

...where's Aerith?

I went by the flower shop... and she was gone. She's never gone.

Did something happen? I don't know where she lived, so I can't check on her.

Hm. Werewolf, huh?

Could be fun. He's not a Darkness monster. He's thinking. He's challenging.

Kind of want to meet him.

Amy, you should go to the flower shop sometime. There's pretty roses that make me think of you. Aerith would like the customers.

Lawyer... sorry you took a beating. Glad you lived.

The law will not help. So I will.

I need to know where Sam Merlotte is. Last seen, currently held, whatever. Something. I need a trail. I need a direction. I need a way to find him before something happens.

[There's quite a bit of fiddling as the video feed comes to life. Half the camera is obscured by Slash's massive hand, and what can be seen looks like a war zone. Smoke curling around, cracks in the earth... it looks like Slash is near the epicenter of the quake.]

...nnngh. I hate earthquakes.

[There's some plodding footsteps, the view still ( Read more... )

WHY IS EVERYONE SO LOUD TODAY!?

...I think I finally figured this thing out. Stupid machine.

Pup. I've been hunting. Stalking. Searching for prey, for shelter, for new ways.

I've been quiet, too. Sorry. Shouldn't disappear like that.

The other children. Are they still a problem for you?

[There's some kind of incoherent mumbling at the beginning of the feed, the sound obviously discontent.]

...murders...

...slaves... exploitation...

[There's a growl, before it becomes obvious that he's talking to himself.]Kind people here. Honest people. Even the hateful ones are honest in their hate. Hate and love. Unmasked feelings, uncovered ( Read more... )